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Review by Slewfoot
Trey was utterly possessed for the second set. I've never seen that kind of look in his eye before (at least when his eyes were open!).
At first you weren't sure how the show was going to go with Trey forgetting the first line of Boogie On plus some flubs during Simple. But it seemed as if right after the Uncle Ebaneezer part of Tweezer they roared forward and never looked back. The Tweezer jam was full of tension and power, much more than one would expect for the show's third song. This would have been a great version in any second set. Roggae soared, Ghost peaked, Ya Mar was full of smiles and the Fluffhead gave everyone a great big hug to end a pretty damn massive first set.
But the second set is really where it's at. The DWD picks up where the Tweezer left off in terms of tension. The band was so tight and the music was pulsating. They were a beast. The transition into No Man's is as good as it gets. Head shakingly good. Sneakin Sally roared through and came with a short blissful jam with Trey closing his eyes and his jaw on the floor (the theme for this set). Killer transition into Possum that had more twists and turns than usual. Carini was raucous, but the jam never totally materialized until they locked into the dissonance toward the end.
The rest of the show was peak after peak. Each song moved in so many directions while keeping it's footing until blasting thorough with its crescendos. I was so taken aback that I completely forget that Tweezer Reprise was coming.
While we all knew what was happening, it was so nice to see the band obviously feeling the same way. At the end they all came out on stage together with arms wrapped around each other to take a bow. You could basically see them saying "holy shit that was fucking great!" to one another.
A very special send off from Mexico. We were blessed to experience it either there or on couch tour like myself. Thank you, boys!!!